Full(er) House and Hardcore Dreams
Apr 17, 2016 2:39:37 GMT -5
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Post by Zombie DankMorris on Apr 17, 2016 2:39:37 GMT -5
RP 6
WCF – Slam!
Hardcore Title Cluster Fuck
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Chapter I: Full(er) House and Hardcore Dreams
Buddy Roman( VO ): Here the world spins and yet they try. They try for acceptance.
* On the Roof top of the Valdiva-Roman compound, Kaz sits cross legged and looks up at the night sky. *
Buddy Roman( VO ): They’re all trying to find their purpose in life and they think that they found it. But All they found was trouble..
* Unbeknownst to Kaz, a dozen of the government agents crept up from all sides of the roof and yet somewhere in the distance a familiar face looked on. Back downstairs, there is some conflict over what happened. But not with Doug, he made his bed. *
DLO: Hey Dad, you were too hard on Kaz a minute ago. All he wants is what we want, for you to love him. That kid ain’t no joke and he’s just as good as any one of us.
* Roman was seething, in full on JEW-SHOOT-DESTROY, mode. Romans mood and DLos mood were clashing and the tension was beginning to be too much, causing DLO to lose his cool. *
DLO: Well if none of you think it’s a problem, then screw all of you. I thought we were a family and family sticks together!
* DLO gets up from the couch and storms out to join Kaz on the roof. Leave it to ol’ Z though whose tacking and typing away on his BB6. He laughs as he turns 180 and reads aloud to his companions. *
ZMAC: Hey guys, check it.
[ Dear Massa,]
Scathe Writes. Or Maybe Omega. Its definitely Omega saying this.
[ Dear Massa, I sure do like the way that you done did call me a faggot, mmhmm. I’ve been gone this whole time and nothing quite perks up my tired old ears like my massa calling me an FGT till the cows come home. ]
ZMAC: HAHAHA. I didn’t know that Jay Omega answered to faggot but its good to see that this midcard nobody in Zombie DickMorris can get Jay Omega to walk back onto a T.V. screen and cry ZE Wardo a fucking river of blood, tears and vaginal secretions. I guess Bonnie blue is going to get a reprevie come Sunday Night because I got a new pussy to fuck on. Twenty fucking minutes on camera and not a god damn thing to say. Its all bitch and moan with this dude.
Buddy Roman: Well yah
* Says Roman with a dead pan expression and tone of voice. *
Buddy Roman: What the hell did you expect.
ZMAC: Former world champion and the dude has the feds biggest, fattest, more sensitive Virginia around – and I fucked Shannon Lerch.
White Steven: We all bumped the ugly with Shannon Lerch
* The gang has a good laugh but it dies down quickly as ZMAC continues .*
ZMAC ( doing a poor slave impression of Omega ): Massa, I want to congratulate you on your glorious rise to power. Its real good how you done did all them fancy things.
* his voice goes back to normal. *
ZMAC: L.O.L. Look at Omega. He don’t want any of this because he already fucking lost. Doing that bullshit about how I piggy backed my way off Orbit and ICE.
ICE: Funny how you lead the group for a year.
Orbit: Even funnier how I wanted to join you guys an WE won the tag belts.
Buddy Roman: More still the complete dominance.
ZMAC: complete. fucking. dominance. for an entire fucking year. Come holla at cha boi, you jealous piece of shit. Get fucked in the face right fucking now, son. Spent seven minutes talkin’ about ol’ Z and tryin to bury ol’ Z and all he did accomplish was burryin his fuckin’ self.
* ZMAC steps out of frame and talks directly to the viewing audience. *
ZMAC: Do you see this Andre? This is why you don’t fuck with me. This is why there isn’t a ‘fuck you’ series inspired by ZMAC. Because this- what Omega did, that’s called the rabbit hole. And bitches love going down the rabbit hole. Its funny to justify ones position on life and matters of the heart when that butt hurt FGT Jay Omega won WAR, the strap and then fucked off a week later. Dudes been MIA since and now he’s going come back up in here and talk to an 8 time title holder and hall of fame lock for what? Por Que, Andre. I ask you because I want you to ask yourself. Jay Omega, Scathe, whoever or whatever I crumbled his psyche into has placed himself in this position because I put those pieces in place for him to do so. So now, I would advise you not to follow suit but L.O.L, fuck it, fire that bitch up because the only way you’re going to win is if you shoot on me. Moreover, IF you shoot on me, good fucking luck because as I’ve said before it begins and ends with you on your knees with a mouth full of blood and kawk. I’d imagine his shoot and your shoot would be one and the same.
Dear ZMAC dot dot dot, you’re a fuccboi dot dot dot..
Well, lets just say theres a reason why I have the best ring psychology in the damn game today. I done made Jay Omega dust himself out on live T.V and he had no idea. But you’ll have that idea and I want you to have it. I want you to try, Andre. I want you to ball up your fists and do your little Gemini Battle pep talk because if you are as hardcore as you say you are, then you’ll have no problem taking third place behind the time traveling princess over there. Oh, did you think I meant Bonnie; ol’ Jay Rebs blood? If you were half the man that she was, you’d have a big ol’ problem taking a piss in North Carolina, ya dig.
Ya’ll be talking about respect and shit like that matters when you can take a razor blade and slit a couple of throats. Did your years in the backyard and the bath tune prepare you to slit a dudes throat for a bonus check and an extra half hour at the TSA checkpoint. Shee-it, now you gotta think about that too. You gotta walk into O’Haire or some shit with people lookin at chu all funny because you’re the guy that slit Scathes throat on Slam! For a piece of leather and gold that’s slowly eating away at your life. Because you’re in line with the TSA and you didn’t get TSA premier. So you’re stuck there with your suit case and your title belts and the guards are itching because you know they know you but do they know you from some shit hole in the wall or a youtube vid where you did a back flip on a trampoline – no? How about on Slam when you had to straight up murder a fool for the privilege to stand in line for that extra half hour.
See. That’s all this luxury affords you. Standing in line and stress and worry and being paranoid over who knows you from what and from where. And don’t tell me that you don’t have that. You do. Don’t pretend to be someone or something you’re not. Don’t be like me, you’re not me. Stick to what you’re good at- apologizing. Say you’re fucking sorry like a good little mensch when I’m handed that HORROR KORE STRAP for a third time. Just mouth it to me across the ring with a slight hint of putting dick sucking lip on the side to convey remorse and to try and stave off any future retribution that I don’t shit kick your punk azz all over Gods green earth for pretending to be something you’re not.
Horror. Kore.
I’d be half insulted too, if’n I didn’t see you try to come at me but if’n you could, you would have by now. Unless you really are just moving the shoot from left to right. It’s like reading a brochure of a far away land that you’ll never see. You can only read about it, dream about and type it up in your little forgettable blog because its what gives you creature comfort at night. Well Zombie McMorris is the creature that that thrives at night while you’re asleep dreaming of the life that I lead. You don’t need to hear more about my matches with Cairo or anyone else, go spent the ten bucks and watch that shit on the network. Just know that Sunday night, you’ll get your own iconic moment for free when I bust ya skull and drop you with a dive killah for a three count.
And to the rest of you, honestly… what make you think any of you have a chance? Dustin Beaver done hired a kid to do his promo work and Vengence well.. he flaked. Omega went down the Rabbit hole, Kat is dying in a hospital somewhere and that just leaves Shadowlove.. whose definitely in fourth and then Andre and Bonnie. And I can tell you right now Andre that, that bitch didn’t burn her bra in the seventies so that your white knight ass can come in and save her. She knows where she is, she has no problem talkin about her daddy. She knows whats up. But you gotta remember its THOT’s like her that killed chivalry when they lined up and voted to call that shit ‘ thirst.’
Thirst son. It is what you are after all. You want this belt to give your tag run a case of the legitimacies and your career a shot in the arm of not stuck in midcard hell-itus. But you’re going to fail though because what you don’t understand in my talking like a bond villain, you’re scribbling notes till this part right now where you realize I know exactly what I am doing. You don’t know what you’re doing; none of you do. Ya’ll just gonna sit there and thumb your anarchist cook books that you got off torrent and try to pass yourselves off as some modern day Sons of the Sky, shit. Don’t google search that, completely made up.
Why did I make it up? Because someone has to make this interesting with Shadowlove just listing our names and Bonnie Blue trying to make herself seem like she’s not going to get finger banged five ways from tomorrow and Jay Omega acting like.. well.. Jay Omega.
But hey.. I’m privileged, or some shit. Cuz that makes a whole lot of fucking sense.
So in that respect I say this to Seth and all of you:
Seth, I’m talking shit and winning the hardcore title.. you better come out and stop me.
LOL
Fucking Home alone pun for the send off.
DEUCES BITCH!
WCF – Slam!
Hardcore Title Cluster Fuck
________________________
Chapter I: Full(er) House and Hardcore Dreams
Buddy Roman( VO ): Here the world spins and yet they try. They try for acceptance.
* On the Roof top of the Valdiva-Roman compound, Kaz sits cross legged and looks up at the night sky. *
Buddy Roman( VO ): They’re all trying to find their purpose in life and they think that they found it. But All they found was trouble..
* Unbeknownst to Kaz, a dozen of the government agents crept up from all sides of the roof and yet somewhere in the distance a familiar face looked on. Back downstairs, there is some conflict over what happened. But not with Doug, he made his bed. *
DLO: Hey Dad, you were too hard on Kaz a minute ago. All he wants is what we want, for you to love him. That kid ain’t no joke and he’s just as good as any one of us.
* Roman was seething, in full on JEW-SHOOT-DESTROY, mode. Romans mood and DLos mood were clashing and the tension was beginning to be too much, causing DLO to lose his cool. *
DLO: Well if none of you think it’s a problem, then screw all of you. I thought we were a family and family sticks together!
* DLO gets up from the couch and storms out to join Kaz on the roof. Leave it to ol’ Z though whose tacking and typing away on his BB6. He laughs as he turns 180 and reads aloud to his companions. *
ZMAC: Hey guys, check it.
[ Dear Massa,]
Scathe Writes. Or Maybe Omega. Its definitely Omega saying this.
[ Dear Massa, I sure do like the way that you done did call me a faggot, mmhmm. I’ve been gone this whole time and nothing quite perks up my tired old ears like my massa calling me an FGT till the cows come home. ]
ZMAC: HAHAHA. I didn’t know that Jay Omega answered to faggot but its good to see that this midcard nobody in Zombie DickMorris can get Jay Omega to walk back onto a T.V. screen and cry ZE Wardo a fucking river of blood, tears and vaginal secretions. I guess Bonnie blue is going to get a reprevie come Sunday Night because I got a new pussy to fuck on. Twenty fucking minutes on camera and not a god damn thing to say. Its all bitch and moan with this dude.
Buddy Roman: Well yah
* Says Roman with a dead pan expression and tone of voice. *
Buddy Roman: What the hell did you expect.
ZMAC: Former world champion and the dude has the feds biggest, fattest, more sensitive Virginia around – and I fucked Shannon Lerch.
White Steven: We all bumped the ugly with Shannon Lerch
* The gang has a good laugh but it dies down quickly as ZMAC continues .*
ZMAC ( doing a poor slave impression of Omega ): Massa, I want to congratulate you on your glorious rise to power. Its real good how you done did all them fancy things.
* his voice goes back to normal. *
ZMAC: L.O.L. Look at Omega. He don’t want any of this because he already fucking lost. Doing that bullshit about how I piggy backed my way off Orbit and ICE.
ICE: Funny how you lead the group for a year.
Orbit: Even funnier how I wanted to join you guys an WE won the tag belts.
Buddy Roman: More still the complete dominance.
ZMAC: complete. fucking. dominance. for an entire fucking year. Come holla at cha boi, you jealous piece of shit. Get fucked in the face right fucking now, son. Spent seven minutes talkin’ about ol’ Z and tryin to bury ol’ Z and all he did accomplish was burryin his fuckin’ self.
* ZMAC steps out of frame and talks directly to the viewing audience. *
ZMAC: Do you see this Andre? This is why you don’t fuck with me. This is why there isn’t a ‘fuck you’ series inspired by ZMAC. Because this- what Omega did, that’s called the rabbit hole. And bitches love going down the rabbit hole. Its funny to justify ones position on life and matters of the heart when that butt hurt FGT Jay Omega won WAR, the strap and then fucked off a week later. Dudes been MIA since and now he’s going come back up in here and talk to an 8 time title holder and hall of fame lock for what? Por Que, Andre. I ask you because I want you to ask yourself. Jay Omega, Scathe, whoever or whatever I crumbled his psyche into has placed himself in this position because I put those pieces in place for him to do so. So now, I would advise you not to follow suit but L.O.L, fuck it, fire that bitch up because the only way you’re going to win is if you shoot on me. Moreover, IF you shoot on me, good fucking luck because as I’ve said before it begins and ends with you on your knees with a mouth full of blood and kawk. I’d imagine his shoot and your shoot would be one and the same.
Dear ZMAC dot dot dot, you’re a fuccboi dot dot dot..
Well, lets just say theres a reason why I have the best ring psychology in the damn game today. I done made Jay Omega dust himself out on live T.V and he had no idea. But you’ll have that idea and I want you to have it. I want you to try, Andre. I want you to ball up your fists and do your little Gemini Battle pep talk because if you are as hardcore as you say you are, then you’ll have no problem taking third place behind the time traveling princess over there. Oh, did you think I meant Bonnie; ol’ Jay Rebs blood? If you were half the man that she was, you’d have a big ol’ problem taking a piss in North Carolina, ya dig.
Ya’ll be talking about respect and shit like that matters when you can take a razor blade and slit a couple of throats. Did your years in the backyard and the bath tune prepare you to slit a dudes throat for a bonus check and an extra half hour at the TSA checkpoint. Shee-it, now you gotta think about that too. You gotta walk into O’Haire or some shit with people lookin at chu all funny because you’re the guy that slit Scathes throat on Slam! For a piece of leather and gold that’s slowly eating away at your life. Because you’re in line with the TSA and you didn’t get TSA premier. So you’re stuck there with your suit case and your title belts and the guards are itching because you know they know you but do they know you from some shit hole in the wall or a youtube vid where you did a back flip on a trampoline – no? How about on Slam when you had to straight up murder a fool for the privilege to stand in line for that extra half hour.
See. That’s all this luxury affords you. Standing in line and stress and worry and being paranoid over who knows you from what and from where. And don’t tell me that you don’t have that. You do. Don’t pretend to be someone or something you’re not. Don’t be like me, you’re not me. Stick to what you’re good at- apologizing. Say you’re fucking sorry like a good little mensch when I’m handed that HORROR KORE STRAP for a third time. Just mouth it to me across the ring with a slight hint of putting dick sucking lip on the side to convey remorse and to try and stave off any future retribution that I don’t shit kick your punk azz all over Gods green earth for pretending to be something you’re not.
Horror. Kore.
I’d be half insulted too, if’n I didn’t see you try to come at me but if’n you could, you would have by now. Unless you really are just moving the shoot from left to right. It’s like reading a brochure of a far away land that you’ll never see. You can only read about it, dream about and type it up in your little forgettable blog because its what gives you creature comfort at night. Well Zombie McMorris is the creature that that thrives at night while you’re asleep dreaming of the life that I lead. You don’t need to hear more about my matches with Cairo or anyone else, go spent the ten bucks and watch that shit on the network. Just know that Sunday night, you’ll get your own iconic moment for free when I bust ya skull and drop you with a dive killah for a three count.
And to the rest of you, honestly… what make you think any of you have a chance? Dustin Beaver done hired a kid to do his promo work and Vengence well.. he flaked. Omega went down the Rabbit hole, Kat is dying in a hospital somewhere and that just leaves Shadowlove.. whose definitely in fourth and then Andre and Bonnie. And I can tell you right now Andre that, that bitch didn’t burn her bra in the seventies so that your white knight ass can come in and save her. She knows where she is, she has no problem talkin about her daddy. She knows whats up. But you gotta remember its THOT’s like her that killed chivalry when they lined up and voted to call that shit ‘ thirst.’
Thirst son. It is what you are after all. You want this belt to give your tag run a case of the legitimacies and your career a shot in the arm of not stuck in midcard hell-itus. But you’re going to fail though because what you don’t understand in my talking like a bond villain, you’re scribbling notes till this part right now where you realize I know exactly what I am doing. You don’t know what you’re doing; none of you do. Ya’ll just gonna sit there and thumb your anarchist cook books that you got off torrent and try to pass yourselves off as some modern day Sons of the Sky, shit. Don’t google search that, completely made up.
Why did I make it up? Because someone has to make this interesting with Shadowlove just listing our names and Bonnie Blue trying to make herself seem like she’s not going to get finger banged five ways from tomorrow and Jay Omega acting like.. well.. Jay Omega.
But hey.. I’m privileged, or some shit. Cuz that makes a whole lot of fucking sense.
So in that respect I say this to Seth and all of you:
Seth, I’m talking shit and winning the hardcore title.. you better come out and stop me.
LOL
Fucking Home alone pun for the send off.
DEUCES BITCH!
